Rogue Trader- The Characters




c. Games Workshop

Reginald Callaway Dent (Arch-Militant)

Homeworld: Imperial World (Mordian)

Birthright: In Service To The Throne (Tithed)

Lure of the Void: Duty to the Throne

Trials and Travails: The Hand of War (Hatred: Orks)

Motivation: Devotion (Duty)


(Background supplied by player):

Reginald C. Dent enlisted in His service at the age of 16. He served one tour of duty in the Mordian Home Guard, and then was transferred to the Mordian 501st Regiment, wherein he saw action for three and a half years in the defence of the hive world of Starrax against an Ork Waaagh! In the aftermath of this war, the decimated 501st was reassigned to system defence duty. During this time, Dent served in a boarding party aboard the light cruiser HMMS (His Majesty’s Mordian Ship) Triumvirate for nine years, of which a total of almost five were spent within the warp. He participated in five aggressive boarding actions (three against Chaos raiders, one against an Ork Rokk and one against a Eldar cruiser) and defended against fifteen assaults in close proximity to the Mordian system. Eventually, he rose to the rank of Master-sergeant. He became well known for his skill with a lasgun, and often preferred it to the more common boarding shotgun used by boarding party units. He became quite well known for his sharp shooting, even when under fire.
At the age of 22, Dent was transferred to the compliance garrison on Tomak III, an industrial plant not unlike the world Armageddon had been, before the Orks had fallen upon it like the fist of an angry god. It was on the planet’s secondary hive where he served almost a year as a drill sergeant for before making the single biggest mistake of his career.
At roll call one morning, a group of three privates from the Tomak PDF came in looking “slovenly and unkempt,” as he would describe in his incident report. Dent gave the three men a stern dressing down and placed them on KP duty for a week. Out of habit, he later passed by the canteen to check up on his punishment detail. What he saw was two of the men he had sent down there, and some unrelated warrant officer Dent had never seen before. Upon investigation, he discovered that this warrant officer had somehow been assigned in the third private’s stead.
Dent was furious. He stormed into the barracks where his charges were quartered and raised bloody hell, shouting, cussing and demanding all manner of justification for just HOW this private had countermanded his orders. The private in question was belligerent and terse. He told Dent that the Mordian didn’t have the right to give him orders, and the fact that he HAD issued a punishment detail at all was (according to this insolent whelp) grounds enough to have him demoted, should he bring the matter to the local aristocracy.
Dent would have none of it. He bellowed that under his command, his word was law. Only the Inquisition or the Emperor himself would countermand his will.

Unfortunately, this was not the case. The private in question was fourth in line for the planetary governorship– a detail indicated in the man’s paperwork, but something Dent had not considered at any point during these proceedings. It took only one letter, and 72 hours for the full weight of Dent’s mistake to become manifest.

Due to his record, and awards for bravery in the face of the enemy many years prior, the request of the planetary governor to have Dent publicly executed was denied. Instead, Reginald was drummed out of the Guard, given a dishonourable discharge and sent, penniless and alone, into a world he did not know, a disgraced man.

For 5 more years, Dent drifted from port to port, world to world. He took jobs on freighters and civilian transports to make ends meet. It was on a lonely Feast of the Emperor’s Ascension, where he sat drinking in some ale house on some Emperor forsaken space dock above the least relevant colony, seemingly, in the subsector, that he met a man. A man who offered to clear his tab. An offer the drunken, dejected Dent failed to refuse. When he awoke that Feast Day morning he was on a ship he did not recognize surrounded by many of the reprobates he had been drinking among the night before.
He had accepted the Purser’s shilling. He now owed the ship, and his new Captain, service. While most of his hungover cohorts attempted to bargain their way out of their predicament, Reginald C. Dent saw it as a new beginning.

-Dent still carries his Guard-issue lasgun, which he has since modified and maintained to excellent quality. Furthermore, he still has and wears his old Iron Guard uniform, which he diligently keeps pressed and spotless.

-In addition to his lasgun, Dent is typically armed with an Ork choppa he took as a trophy from the battlefields of Starrax. It is a crude melee weapon he uses, not only to prove his might in combat, but to put fear into the hearts of Orks as he kills them. He knows that Orks see Humans as weak, and incapable of using Ork weapons. Dent loves the incongruity of his impeccable uniform against the garish axe, slung over his shoulder like a woodcutter`s tool.


(Artist unknown)
Cygnet (Astropath Transcendent)

-Homeworld: Voidborn (Eldar Corsair fleet, original world unknown)

-Birthright: Scapegrace

-Lure of the Void: Renegade (Recidivist)

-Trials and Travails: Shiplorn

-Motivation: Exhilaration (New Horizons)

The young woman known Cygnet was found by the Eldar Corsair Prince Celatara when she was only 4 or 5 years old. A foundling left orphaned on her world by a Tyranid attack, Cygnet was found and rescued by Celetara, though the Corsair’s motivations have never been clear– perhaps Celatara was moved by the mon-keigh girl’s plight, perhaps she sought to heal the wound caused by the death of her own family, or perhaps Celatara sensed the raw psychic power that this human possessed. Whatever the reason, Celatara took hold of this young girl and retreated with her back through the webway, and back to the shelter of her flagship.

Over the next few years, the girl– whom Celatara had named Cygnet– grew up among the Corsair fleet, her presence disliked at first by the Eldar, but nonetheless tolerated because of the Corsair Prince’s strict command. At Celatara’s orders, Cygnet was taught the Eldar language, and under the tutelage of the flagship’s Void Dreamer, she was taught to hone, focus and use her psychic abilities, particularly in aid of navigating the ship. Over time, while the Corsairs continued to see Cygnet as a mon-keigh, and thus as inherently inferior, their attitudes towards her warmed somewhat– to them, this was proof, at least, that even the mon-keigh could be “civilized” by being taught Eldar ways. Whether Celatara ever shared their views, however, was unknown.

One day, however, while Cygnet was meditating, she was woken violently by the sensation of the flagship suddenly translating out of warp. The next thing she knew, the ship began to shake as though it were under attack. At that moment, Celatara appeared, grabbed a hold of Cygnet, and told her that it was time for her to rejoin her own people, before pushing her through a teleportation matrix. When the flash of light subsided, Cygnet was standing on the soil of a human colony world, alone and abandoned.

Since then, Cygnet has wandered the worlds of the Kerberus Sector, looking for signs of the Corsair fleet and what happened to it. After one unfortunate and near-fatal run in with the Adeptus Arbites, Cygnet stuck to the more isolated frontier worlds of the sector, always staying to herself…that is, until she met Tiberius Avalon, who saw promise in her precognitive and navigational abilities and took her in as part of his crew. Since then, Cygnet has found a measure of safety aboard the Iron Duchess, although she continues to search for the lost Corsair fleet, hoping to at least learn the fate of her adoptive “family.”

-Although she is human, Cygnet sees and thinks of herself as an Eldar. This is mainly because she was, for all intents and purposes, raised by the xenos and taught their language, customs and culture. Because of this, Cygnet always refers to her fellow crew as “mon-keigh,” and only has a passing familiarity with Imperial customs and traditions. She reinforces this self-image of an Eldar by dressing in the cloak and of a Ranger and keeping her ears covered. To the common bystander, her appearance, manner and movements are all those of an Eldar, and only one who is well-studied on that xenos race, or who manages to see her with her hood lowered, would realize that she is in fact human. It is because she appears so alien, and willingly isolates herself from other humans, that her crewmates tend to view her with suspicion if not outright distrust– only the patronage of Captain Avalon ensures that she is tolerated aboard the Iron Duchess.

-Cygnet carries several pieces of Eldar equipment on her person, not the least of which is a cameleoline cloak given to her by a Ranger she encountered in her travels. She also carries a shuriken pistol that she had on her when she was teleported off of Celatara’s ship, and a spirit stone that Celatara gave her when she was still young. Though it is uncertain whether a spirit stone could contain Cygnet’s soul in the event of her death, Cygnet nonetheless uses it as a focus for her psychic powers.


(Madame de Fer by HyperBali @DeviantArt)

Brigitte L’Oiseaux (Seneschal)

-Homeworld: Noble Born (Tethys)

-Birthright: In Service to the Throne (Born to Lead)

-Lure of the Void: Duty Bound

-Trials and Travails: Lost Dynasty

-Motivation: Pride

(Background supplied by player):

Brigitte was born the first daughter of the L’Oiseaux dynasty, a prominent noble house upon the Imperial water-world of Tethys, and was marked from birth for leadership. Trained over the course of decades to eventually take command of House L’Oiseaux, she proved further excellence in achieving the seat of Planetary Governor and bringing Tethys further into the grace of Imperial society. Her first term in office saw marked improvements in tithing and trade, severe reduction in open heretical obeisance and the building of strong ties with all echelons of Imperial society. A successful appointment to a second term of leadership promised the elevation of the Tethysan way of life to an unheard-of level of peace and prosperity, if not a true golden age for the once-heretical and backwater planet.

A mere four days after her appointment – not even long enough to complete the extensive celebrations such an occasion would warrant – Tethys found itself engulfed in a tendril of the Gyre and, to all available instruments, vanished into the Warp. It was by fortune alone that Brigitte was off-world at this time, having instead been commisserating with her valued peers of House Chasson upon their orbital seat of Voidthrone. Awakening aboard her sumptuous quarters to find that her hazy images of loss and madness had been more cruel reality than dream, she strove to put things to rights – only to discover that her once-allies of House Chasson had effectively confined her to house arrest under suspicion of cowardice and collusion with unclean forces. Not only had her home, her family, and her very planet been snatched out from under her, but Beauregard, the head of House Chasson, had used the disaster to entrap her for slights imagined in the distant past.

Knowing that to remain on Voidthrone would be to practically accept interrogation and incarceration for manufactured crimes, Brigitte used her peerless guile and charm to manipulate an exit from her gilded cage and locate allies aboard the drifting and world-lorn station: the Iron Duchess. Captain Tiberius Avalon had been a trading partner in the past, and Brigitte successfully leveraged their relationship to earn a berth aboard the vessel and escape from the traitorous House. Now loose in an uncertain universe, Brigitte L’Oiseaux serves as Avalon’s High Factotum, bringing effective diplomacy and real prosperity to the noble Rogue Trader – and, at the same time, working to unite the disparate Tethysan refugees and recover as much as she can of her lost world.


-Brigitte is often attended by her two servants– her sommelier, Amadeo, and her handmaiden, Soeur Kathima, both of whom are survivors of Tethys like herself.

-Brigitte fervently believes that Tethys survived the warp storm, and remains pristine and unravaged by the Gyre. It is uncertain, however, if this is faith and optimism on her part, or a madness borne of desperation.

-Brigitte has insisted upon writing her own biography.


Techpriest Ivarella by Gray-Skull

Andromeda (Explorator)

-Homeworld: Death World (Mundus Brunnus)

-Birthright: Savant

-Lure of the Void: Renegade (Free Thinker)

-Trials and Travails: Calamity

-Motivation: Renown

The techno-radical known as Magos Andromeda originally came from Mundus Brunnus (or simply “the Brown Planet” to the locals), a death world ravaged by radiation storms, large-scale pollution and a highly toxic atmosphere. Born into an isolated community of scavengers, Andromeda grew up exploring the remains of her world’s previous human civilization, and became fascinated with the archeotech contained within– particularly the still-functioning AI systems that the previous civilization had left behind. It was because of this fascination with technology that she joined the Adeptus Mechanicus, and, later, as a full-fledged Techpriest, returned to Mundus Brunnus as part of an official Explorator mission to recover archeotech from the planet.

Upon her return to her homeworld, however, she found an Ecclesiarchy mission there, converting her people to the Imperial creed. Horrified by what she saw as the blind dogmatism and the fear of invention and innovation that the missionaries preached, Andromeda one day hacked the holo-pulpit the lead missionary was using to deliver a mass, and delivered a manifesto to the assembled congregation, urging her fellow Brunnians study and use the technology that they scavenged, and in particular, urging them not to fear artificial intelligence, declaring that the creation of thinking, self-aware machines like those used by their ancestors would help propel humankind to new heights of invention and technological mastery.

Understandably, the fallout of that incident was catastrophic. The Ecclesiarchy declared her to be a blasphemer, while the Mechanicus eventually too formally accused her of tech-heresy and excommunicated her. Forced to flee, Andromeda found refuge on the Iron Duchess, and has since served as the ship’s resident archeotech expert.


-For the most part, Andromeda eschews the typical robes of the Martian Priesthood, preferring instead standard civilian wear. It is only when she absolutely needs to put on the appearance of a Techpriest that she dons her traditional robes, which (unlike in the picture above) are a forest green in colour

-Though she has paid lip service to the creed of the Mechanicus in the past and has, by necessity, had to memorize most of the prayers and rites of her order, Andromeda is at heart an atheist, and does not believe in the Machine God or in machine-spirits– to her, everything can be explained by rational scientific observation. Obviously, however, she has had to keep such heretical views hidden from her more dogmatic Techpriest brethren.

-Andromeda’s two main cyber-implants consist of a mind-impulse unit embedded into her skull (from which dozens of extendable plugs flow out in place of natural hair), and a pair of bionic eyes fixed into place by permanently-attached metal goggles. The eyes were a replacement of necessity as well as convenience, for Andromeda had been partially blinded by the neglect of her parents back on Mundus Brunnus.



(Artist unknown)

Shas Ka’ra (T’au Fire Warrior)

Homeworld: Fortress World (Vior’la)

Birthright: Child of the Creed (aka Servant of the Greater Good)

Lure of the Void: Hunter (Hunted)

Trials and Travails: The Hand of War (Hatred: Orks)

Motivation: Endurance

Prior to her long exile into Gue’la space, Shas’ui Vior’la Ka’ra was a Fire Warrior who had already served with distinction on many battlefields, including Arkunasha and the battlefiels of the Damocles Crusade. Because of her stellar record, she was eventually chosen to join the expedition of the great hero, Commander Farsight…and years later, she would be one of the many Fire Warriors who renounced the Ethereals and pledged their loyalty to Farsight upon the foundation of the Farsight Enclaves.

In the aftermath of the formation of the Enclaves, however, Ka’ra began to notice troubling things about Farsight– namely that his personality was slowly changing, that he was becoming more aggressive, authoritarian and tyrannical, and that the Enclaves were becoming more insular and militaristic. Never one to hold her tongue, Ka’ra spoke out openly against Farsight, decrying him as having become just as oppressive as the Ethereals, or worse, as having become possessed by whatever malign influence powered the Dawn Blade. In response, she was imprisoned, and, pending a decision of her punishment, was put into cryo-stasis indefinitely.

Fate, however, had other ideas. Some time after she was frozen, Ka’ra’s cryostasis was interrupted when the world she was on came under attack by an unknown enemy. Ejected from her cryo-pod, Ka’ra managed to slip away in the ensuing chaos and steal a shuttle, managing to escape the planet and ultimately flee the Farsight Enclaves. After years of drifting through Imperial space, disguising herself where possible, Ka’ra met Tiberius Avalon, who, upon discerning that she was a T’au, did not report her to the authorities but rather offered her a place on his ship– as a man dealing with xenos technology, he told her, he needed someone who knew what that technology did and how to operate it. And so Shas Ka’ra joined the crew of the Iron Duchess, a renegade to both the Empire and the Enclaves…though she still yearns one day to return to the T’au Empire and be with her people once more.


-Before her imprisonment, Ka’ra was often accompanied by her two faithful Gun Drones, Ex and Vee. Their core personalities remain uploaded into Ka’ra’s neural implant, allowing them to converse with her…and annoy her…without the need of physical bodies.

-At some point in her career, Ka’ra lost her entire squad. The loss of her bond-mates took a heavy toll on her, and even before her exile, she acted in isolation as a Mon’at.

-Ka’ra was able to take very little equipment with her when she escaped from the Enclaves, aside from a pulse pistol and ammunition. Bereft of typical T’au armour, she has instead been forced to rely on whatever she could barter or scavenge. She presently wears a suit of battered, second-hand Guard flak armour, and whatever human weapons she uses have been ergonomically altered to suit her four-digited fingers. On human-dominated worlds, she keeps her true nature hidden by concealing her features behind a heavy gas mask. The only part of her facade that she has difficulty with are her feet, as human foot ware is not designed to accommodate cloven T’au feet.

Rogue Trader- The Avalon Dynasty

All photos (c) Games Workshop Ltd

Continuing on with the background of my Rogue Trader campaign, here is the dynasty and the captain that my players will be serving under, and the ship they will be sailing the void on.




Originally, the Avalon dynasty was a simple merchant cartel from the lunar hives of Calyphia, albeit one with considerable mercantile reach and influence across the sector. For a time, they were the pre-eminent dealers in rare ores, mining equipment, and, above all, brews from Calyphia’s famed wineries. This all changed, however, when the Ork hordes of Waaagh Skargrod rampaged across the Kerberos Sector in M35. Heeding the desperate call to arms by the Imperial Navy, the Avalon cartel contributed ships and armsmen to the fight, and were present at the pivotal Battle of Farside which saw the Ork Waaagh finally destroyed. The Chapter Master of the Ultramarines personally lauded the Avalon clan for their bravery in the battle, and in the aftermath, in recognition for their deeds, the Adeptus Terra granted the Avalons a Warrant of Trade, with a writ to explore the far reaches of the Eastern Fringe, and to bring new worlds into the Emperor’s light.

In the millennia since, the Avalon dynasty enjoyed fame and success in their role as a Rogue Trader house. Their ships plumbed the depths of the Eastern Fringe, bringing twenty-two worlds into compliance (five of which became established Imperial worlds), and more importantly, bringing wealth and splendour back from the lightless realms beyond the Astronomicon. With fame came enemies, however, and before long the Avalons found themselves embroiled in rivalries and trade wars with other Rogue Trader dynasties, particularly the Valkens and the Destraads. Even so, the Avalons’ influence grew to the point that they had the ear of the sector governor, and they had numerous off-world holdings and sources of wealth beyond stately Calyphia.


In M41, however, the dynasty’s good fortune all came crashing down. The dynasty’s flagship, the Grail of Calyphia, a venerable grand cruiser, was lost in the Cairn Expanse, along with several hundred thousand of House Avalon’s loyal retainers and, worst of all, the dynasty’s patriarch, Quintus Avalon. It is not known what caused the destruction of the Grail— whether it was pirates, or xenos, or some other force of destruction– but the wreckage of the grand ship was found drifting amidst the asteroid belts of the depths.

The news of this disaster had barely hit home when an even greater catastrophe struck the whole of the segmentum. In what is now known as the First Tyrannic War, the living tide that was Hive Fleet Behemoth suddenly swept into the Eastern Fringe from beyond the galactic edge, devouring whole worlds and leaving entire systems barren and lifeless in its wake. Though Calyphia was, thankfully, spared the attentions of the Tyranids, much of House Avalon’s offworld holdings and sources of wealth were caught in the path of the Hive Fleet, and lost to that all-consuming tide.

In the wake of this period of calamity, the Avalon dynasty remains one of the prominent Rogue Trader houses in the sector, though it has fallen behind many of its peers in influence, and it is generally regarded as a pale shadow of its former glory. The current head of the dynasty, Catullus Avalon, has primarily concerned himself with restoring his dynasty’s fading wealth– securing trade interests and political alliances with other noble families in the sector, re-establishing lucrative offworld contracts, and safeguarding whatever assets the dynasty has left– all at the expense of any further deep space exploration. His brother Tiberius, however, chafes at this conservative approach, and longs for the Avalon dynasty to stride into the unknown once more.


The sigil of the Avalon dynasty is a goblet, set against a crescent moon. The moon represents the dynasty’s home of Calyphia, while the goblet, historically, represents the Avalons’ origins as wine traders. Symbolically, however, it conveys so many more meanings– power, nobility, wisdom, spirituality, and even the pursuit of pleasure. Below, in High Gothic, is emblazoned the dynasty’s motto, “Let Not The Spirit Fade.”



Tiberius Avalon

Seen as one of the most renowned trailblazers in the Kerberus Sector by some, and as a charlatan, a scoundrel, and a degenerate by others, Tiberius Avalon is not a man who is afraid of being talked about. The eldest of the remaining children of Quintus Avalon, Tiberius is well into his ninetieth year, and rejuvanat drugs have only succeeded in making him look closer to his fifties. A well built man with a finely trimmed red beard, a neatly ponytailed length of hair, chiseled facial features and laughing blue eyes, Tiberius is a boisterous and passionate man, equally at home on a tavern-chair or at the bench of his spinet as he is on his command throne.

Like all scions of the Avalon dynasty, Tiberius was made to go through service in an Imperial institution before he was allowed anywhere near one of the family’s ships. After a mercifully brief career in the Imperial Navy in which he narrowly avoided a court martial, Tiberius began serving in his family’s fleet, before rapidly rising to command one of the dynasty frigates. Eventually, though, he was granted the venerable light cruiser Iron Duchess, and it was with this ship that he truly won fame, glory, and no small amount of infamy.

In one expedition into the outer edges of the Cairn Expanse, Tiberius is recorded as having discovered twelve new systems, and more importantly, recovering a long-lost STF template that was worth a planetary governor’s ransom in wealth, a feat that made him almost a household name in the sector. Subsequent voyages of the Iron Duchess were no less daring in their scope, and tall tales of him soon began to spread among the backwater drinking-holes and gaudy nobility of the Kerberus Sector alike– tales of how he famously duelled and slew the pirate Kagran Knife-Eyes on the burning bridge of a battleship, of how he outsmarted a host of robotic sentries to open up (and loot) the long-lost tomb of the Xankuthi Fiends, of how he uncovered and thwarted a vile cult of the Dark Powers and single-handedly defeated them all with his bare hands…the tales about Tiberius are wild, fanciful, contradictory, and no doubt in part spread by Tiberius himself. The extent to which they are true is the subject of some drunken debate throughout the sector.

But just as Tiberius is famous, so too is he infamous. In many social circles his name has become associated with scandal, with whispers abounding that there is nothing under the Astronomicon’s light that he has not drunk, smoked, injected or inbibed, and that there has been many a debauched incident in the past that his family’s money has had to make disappear. Similarly, it is whispered that he has had numerous trysts with noteworthy women and men alike across the sector, and that his affairs at this point are beyond counting. If Tiberius is aware of any of these scandalous whispers, however, then he is either unconcerned with them, or indeed, even enjoys being a figure of controversy. To his family, however, and particularly his siblings Catullus and Ophidia, who maintain control of the dynasty, Tiberius’ antics are a persistent and headache-inducing nuisance.

Some, however, have speculated that there is an underlying sadness to Tiberius’ zest, that his hedonism is as much self-destructive as it is decadent, and that his constant seeking out of danger is in truth a suicidal race to oblivion. His closest confidants and crew have admitted that Tiberius has not been the same since his beloved wife Julietta died two decades ago, some say to the poison of a rival dynasty. Others note that the loss of his father with the family flagship, and the loss of most of his dynasty’s holdings and wealth, has put a greater and greater strain on Tiberius as the world he has always known starts to crumble around him.

There are even dark whispers still about Tiberius that suggest that he has been up to ill dealings outside of the prying eyes of the Imperium– that he has been making a fortune in the trade of forbidden xenos artefacts, and worse, that he has actively trading and collaborating with xenos. Though these are all but whispers, they have been enough to cast a dark pall on Tiberius’ reputation, and even worse, have reached the ears of his estranged siblings on Calyphia.

Despite his cavalier attitude and miscreant behaviour, however, Tiberius is not the self-serving, amoral vagabond that some would paint him as. Though he does little to show it, he remains loyal to the Imperium and to the God-Emperor, even if he does have a very relaxed attitude towards Imperial law and Ecclesiarchial tenets. Furthermore, he is fiercely loyal to his family, to his house, and by extension, his crew, and has been known to fight duels, dive into fistfights, perjure himself and even endure strenuous fines to protect those under his command. This, if nothing else, has inspired his crew’s unwavering loyalty to him, through thick and thin, and many of them would follow him into the Maelstrom itself if need be…


The Iron Duchess


A Dauntless-class light cruiser, the Iron Duchess has been in the possession of the Avalon dynasty for millennia, sailing the void with a stately grace that echoes her name. Currently under the command of Tiberius Avalon, the Iron Duchess has undertaken no less than one hundred and fifty three voyages throughout the dynasty’s history, and has a legacy of service that makes his command of her a mark of personal pride for Tiberius. The exact history behind the Iron Duchess, however, is unclear, as many of the Avalon family’s records from the 36th Millennium and earlier have been lost, either to war, arson or sabotage. The earliest dynasty record of the Iron Duchess mentions that ship fending off reavers in the Seqorra Belt. Beyond that, the origins of the ship remain a mystery.

That, of course, hasn’t stopped rumours from sprouting about the ship. There are some claims that the Iron Duchess‘ hull was originally wrested from a space hulk– and indeed, some even claim that the space hulk in question was the dreaded Rok of Ages that eventually formed the Hex, with the one hull piece taken by the nascent Avalon dynasty as a prize for their role in the defeat of the Ork armada. Other, more fanciful tales suggest that the ship was built by a long-forgotten forge world, crafted by means long forgotten to even the Mechanicus, and that technological marvels lie unlocked and undiscovered within her hull– or worse, kept secret by the Avalons. Some still claim that the Iron Duchess is in fact a cursed ship, its decks haunted by the lingering ghosts of its first owners and its beams groaning under the weight of the damnation it carries with it. Only the wizened chief archivist of the Avalon dynasty may know the truth, and he has kept stubbornly silent on the matter.

Regardless of her origin, it cannot be denied that the Iron Duchess is a majestic ship for one of her light size. Painted in the wine-dark red, gunmetal silver and blazing brass of her dynasty, the Iron Duchess cuts a regal figure as she glides across the void like a noble lady at a ballroom. Her towers and buttresses are carved in stately, classical lines, more akin to those of some ancient manse rather than a castle or fortress, and at her prow, above her armoured ram, stands her figurehead– a beautiful woman of indeterminate age, holding a goblet in one hand outwards, as though in a toast or in an offering. The voidfarers who have served on the Duchess have noted that her machine spirit is a resolute one, her systems continuing to function even when suffering severe damage. This resolute nature has a downside, however, as often her enginseers struggle to get the ship up to an optimal speed, both in realspace and in warp-space translation. As her crew is often fond of saying, “a lady doesn’t like to be rushed.”



Iron Duchess– Dauntless class light cruiser

Crew: 65,000

Components: Jovian pattern class 3, drive, Strelov 2 warp engine, Gellar field, multiple void shield array, command bridge, M1-r life sustainer, voidsmen quarters, m-100 augur array, compartmentalized cargo hold, observation dome

Weapons: port Mars-pattern macrocannon broadside, starboard Mars-pattern macrocannon broadside, Titanforge lance

Complications/Past History: Resolute, Wrested from a Space Hulk

Shuttle Compliment: 2 gun-cutters, 4 Aquila shuttles, 20 Arvus lighters, 2 heavy cargo lifters


Officer roster of the good ship Iron Duchess, as of 999.M41

Lord-Captain- Tiberius Avalon

First Officer- Aramis Danton

Enginseer Prime- Magos Nikolaev Gogol

High Factotum- Brigitte L’Oiseaux*

Master-at-Arms- Khan Harzen

Master Helmsman- Terryn Mkrae

Cutter Pilot- Calan Mkrae

Master of Ordnance- Victorix “Boom” Bumhauer

Master of Etherics- Namataj Saru

Master of the Vox- Miko Sekuta

Master of Whispers- Orwell Delaque

Choirmaster Telepathica- Hirom Modrin

Warp Guide- Mistress Kassandra Selethon

Void Dreamer- Cygnet*

Ship’s Confessor- Heloise Bronwyn

Drivesmaster- Gudrun DeCalefax

Omnissiac Congregator- Nexis-Thul-557

Archeotech Specialist- Andromeda*

Chief Bosun- Mari “Mother Mari” Ingenua

Bosun’s Mate- Reginald Callaway Dent*

Purser- Aldous Fenn

Carto-artifex- Ziri Shylo

Ship’s Steward- Jago Strummer

Chief Chirurgeon- Maxim “Maks” Fyodorovich

Avalon Dynasty Barrister- Euphemia Belacourt, ESQ

Captain’s Butler- Mortimer Crane

Infernus Master- “the Pyreman” (real name unknown)

Twistcatcher- “Obadiah the Unseen”

Xenotech Specialist- Ka’ra*

Sommelier to Madame L’Oiseaux- Amadeo

Handmaiden to Madame L’Oiseaux- Souer Kathima

*Player character



Rogue Trader- The Kerberus Sector and its worlds

(Above image by Fantasy Flight Games and Games Workshop)


So I’ve decided to take the time to write about the sector of space that my upcoming Rogue Trader campaign is going to take place in. While all of the planets and regions listed below are big points of interest, they are not by any means exclusive, and there are dozens of other such planets and locations that my party may yet stumble upon…


Located in the Ultima Segmentum to the galactic east of Ultramar, the Kerberus Sector is one of the many regions of Imperial space situated dangerously close to the ever-expanding border of the T’au Empire. Located as it is in one of the further edges of the Segmentum, the Kerberus Sector, for the most part, always been regarded by the Administratum as a backward wildnerness space. Part of this is due to the fact that the light of the Astronomicon shines a little more dimly in this sector, both due to the sheer distance from Terra and also due to the pervasive interference caused by a local warp-storm, the Gyre.

It is perhaps because of both the more limited presence of the Astronomicon and the neglect of the Administratum that Kerberus does, indeed, live up to its reputation as a wilderness. Outside of the more “civilized” worlds such as Kerberus Prime and Calyphia, corruption, piracy, illegal trade and heresy are rife in the sector: on many worlds, Imperial control is limited or even nonexistent, and there are hundreds of asteroid belts, gas clouds and warp-anomalies in which pirates, smugglers and scavengers can hide. To make matters worse, xeno ships have been becoming more and more commonplace throughout the sector in the last millennium, with Ork pirates, Kroot spheres and even Eldar raiders appearing and attacking more and more brazenly. The limited Imperial naval presence in the sector is spread thin, constantly trying to put out a hundred different fires as once…and the looming threat of the T’au simply adds to the stress of the Navy’s strategos. The top naval commander in the sector, Admiral Hallsmark, believes that it is only a matter of time before the T’au attempt to expand into Kerberus, and fears that his limited fleet will be unable to stop them when they do so.

Despite– or perhaps because of– Kerberus’ isolated nature, the space lanes of the sector are a hub of activity. Numerous trade cartels throughout the sector keep commercial traffic active and alive, and no less than three Rogue Trader dynasties call the sector home. The degree to which this trade is legitimate, however, is of a matter of contention, and unsubstantiated reports persist of Kerberan traders engaging in commerce– and in some cases alliances– with alien races. These rumours are of particular concern to the Ordo Xenos, in part because of the potential harm an underground market of alien artefacts and technology could create, and in part because such a market would breed fertile ground for subversion and dissent that could be sown by agents of the T’au.

Kerberus’ proximity to the outermost edges of the Ultima Segmentum– and to the edges of known Imperial space– also make the sector an ideal springboard for exploration voyages, and dozens of ships venture into the void each year to explore the unknown, to seek out long lost worlds and civilizations, to find new worlds to settle, and, perhaps most importantly, to find wealth and plunder. Most of these ships disappear the moment they move beyond known space, but occasionally, these brave explorers will return with tales of wonder…or occasionally, of horror. There are dockside legends of what lurks in the great expanse– of cemetary-worlds populated by the unquiet dead, of abominable intelligences inhabiting an artificial planet, of a sentient black hole that actively seeks soul-matter…though whether these are true stories, or the ravings of madmen, has yet to be determined.



(Image by derbz at DeviantArt-


The world for which the Kerberus Sector was named, Kerberus (official Imperial classification Ceta Kanis III) is an ash-shrouded cinder of a world whose desolate surface and high temperatures seem to evoke the hellhound for which it was named. Indeed, one Administratum analyst, upon landing on Kerberus and seeing its scorched surface and rivers of molten rock and chemical fluids, famously remarked that “they have finally sent me to Hell.”

A hive world boasting a population in the billions, Kerberus Prime is one of the focal points of industry in the sector, with a populace of workers churning out thousands of machine parts, prefab units, vehicle chassis and arms and munitions on a daily basis. The world’s primary hives exist in spite of the hostile environment surrounding them: estimated to have been colonized perhaps two or three centuries before the Great Crusade, Kerberus is a turbulent world which, due to a comet impact centuries before, is wracked with constant earthquakes, volcanic activity, storms and smog-clouds that have rendered the planetside a barren wasteland. The planet’s two major oceans have been rendered toxic by extreme pollution and chemical saturation over the centuries, and due to the rapidly diminishing state of the world’s polar ice peaks, the planet relies heavily on a massive underground network of water reserves.

Life-forms on Kerberus have evolved to adapt to the harsh climate, and include such monstrosities as Titan Worms, Landcrawlers, sludges, chem-nautilus, and various bacterial and lichen-based species. The most notable lifeforms, however, are drakes, which are focused mainly around volcanic regions. For centuries, the drakes have been the largest threat to the people of Kerberus– massive, thickly-scaled beasts that fly on great wings, the drakes descend from their volcanic homes to regularly attack convoys, factories, and hab-areas. It is for this reason that Kerberus is such a heavily-fortified place, and why the Kerberians are such a hardy folk. On Kerberus, to be caught outside the city walls for a day or two means death, and this is a reality that the Kerberians have had to live with for centuries.

The population of Kerberus is confined to several massive forge-cities, each one situated in the vast mountain ranges ringing the deadly planet. The cities of Kerberus are designed both as self-sufficient factories, and as fortresses to ward the population against the dangerous wildlife. The population of Kerberus is divided into two classes- the workers and serfs who toil day in and day out to survive, and the ruling elite. The workers perform a myriad of jobs, from water and food-maintenance, assembly-line work in the factories, and various other tasks, each of which is absolutely crucial for the greater whole of the population to survive. For the workers, life is hard, as they not only have to fulfill their quotas, but must also hope to survive. Despite this, the Kerberians perform their tasks unflinchingly, and even take a measure of pride in their resolute efficiency.

The elite– or “firedwellers” as they are called, both because they live in the hottest, yet temperature-insulated, parts of the cities, and because of their quick tempers– are the upper class of Kerberus. For centuries, they have been the ones who have organized beast-hunts and have fought against marauding monsters and drakes. For the firedwellers, one cannot advance up the social ladder unless they have proved their valour and fortitude in a hunt: the better a monster-fighter one is, the better their rank. It is for this reason that the planetary governor– or Lord Protector, as the official Kerberian term goes– is one who has ascended to his office by killing a drake. The current Lord Protector of Kerberus, Tyrus Kragorev, also happens to be the Imperial Commander of the Kerberus Sector, although his administration thus far has failed to curtail the growing rate of piracy in the sector, a fact that frustrates both him and the Administratum in equal measure.

As the most industrious and developed world in the sector, Kerberus fulfils an important administrative role as the sector capital. As such, both the Administratum and the Adeptus Mechanicus have a major presence on this world, particularly in Urcanis, the principle hive city., with numerous administrative buildings, shrines and forges making their home there– although it is a recurring joke that the Administratum offices on Kerberus Prime are either secretly abandoned or have long run out of paper, given how slow the Administratum is to act in the Kerberus Sector. The Mechanicus also have a forge complex of their own on Kerberus’ principal moon, Anubis, which serves as the Mechanicus’ administrative and spiritual seat in the sector as well as the closest thing that the Kerberus Sector has to a forge world.



(Artist unknown- from


A verdant world to the galactic east of the sector, Calyphia enjoys a position both as one of the prime agri-worlds providing food and produce to the rest of the Kerberus Sector, and as one of its main trading hubs. Calyphia is in fact a large moon orbiting Parthenos, a ringed gas giant the colour of faded azure. Colonised millennia ago in the aftermath of the Great Crusade, Calyphia is the result of further millennia of terraforming and bio-modification. The result is a paradise world of soaring blue mountain ranges, fields of lavender grass, dense woodlands and wide open seas, and a sky where the ringed outline of Parthenosis always vaguely visible.

The population of Calyphia is concentrated into a few coastal hive cities, the ornate spires of which are said to glitter against the night sky. Unlike most other planets in the Imperium, they generally enjoy a comfortable standard of living. This is in part due to the offworld trade that regularly brings wealth back to the planet– in addition to regular agri-harvests to meet Imperial tithes, Calyphia is renowned as a trader of luxuries, providing the rest of the sector with fine wines from its vinyards and gemstones mined up from its mountain ranges. To facilitate this trade, the orbital dockyards of Calyphia are some of the largest and most sophisticated in the sector, and as such Calyphia is a frequent stop for ships coming into and out of the sector.

Calyphia is also noteworthy in that it is the home of the Avalon rogue trader dynasty. Originally themselves a free trading guild from Calyphia, the Avalons earned a Warrant of Trade for acts of uncommon heroism against an Ork Waaagh! back in M36, and with that Warrant of Trade became a power in their own right. The voyages of and exploits of the Avalon Dynasty served to increase Calyphia’s already substantial wealth, and soon the presence of the Avalon Dynasty formed a substantial part of the planetary economy. While the Avalons have never once tried to enter into the planetary government, such is their influence that all Calyphians acknowledge that this planet is essentially theirs.



(Artist unknown)


Once called “a symbol of the larcenous virus that infects Kerberus” by Admiral Hallsmark, the Hex is infamous as a hub of smuggling, black market trade, and piracy throughout the sector. Originally an unremarkable listening station dating back to the days of the Great Crusade, the Hex was the site of a major space battle in M35 between Imperial forces and the armada of the Ork warlord Skargut, which saw the Orks defeated and Skargut’s personal space hulk, the Rok of Ages, shattered by a sustained bombardment. In the aftermath of the battle, however, local traders and merchants, seeing an opportunity, lashed together the disparate pieces of the space hulk, turning it into a waystation where they and their fellows could stop, refuel and rest between their long voyages into the void.

Over the centuries, what began as a free-floating structure evolved and expanded, as just about anyone with private interests and a ship tried to set up shop there. Numerous asteroids were hollowed out to form habitats and bases, connected to the structure by intertwining lines of cables, tunnels and supports. Similarly, several ships over the years have been attached to the ever-evolving structure as well, fused or even crashed together in untidy agglomerations that have simply become even more lopsided over the centuries. What began as a simple waystation now resembles a floating molecular structure of steel and rock, with dozens of smaller habitats, docks, outposts and private domains forming an interconnected web of steel around the original waystation at the heart of the Hex, which itself is now gigantic from centuries of expansion. As one helmsman once famously remarked, the Hex had its beginning from the remains of a space hulk, and now seems to have become one once again.

Within the many sub-stations, hollowed out asteroids and free floating structures of the Hex, anything and everything can be found, and anything and everything can be bought. Black market sales of drugs, fenced goods, illegal technology and outlawed medical practices are rife within the Hex, and without the Arbites, port authorities or the Inquisition keeping an eye on anyone, these deals happen freely in the open without fear of repercussion. Illegal trade in xenos artefacts and alien beasts occurs on a daily basis, and while at least one cadre of local scientists and experts have taken it upon themselves to mediate these transactions to limit bio-contamination (as an alien phage breaking out is always bad for business), there are no restrictions, checks or balances involved other than disagreements over price. Even the slave-trade, such as it is in the sector, has found a home in at least one of the habitats, and poor souls are bought and sold, or worse, modified, mind-scrubbed and psycho-conditioned, in the hundreds.

It is not only commercial pursuits that draw ne’er do wells to the Hex. Any and every vice imaginable can be found here, with narcotics, prostitution, pit fights and gambling simply being the most tame examples. Those who come to the Hex come from all walks of life in the sector: pirates and smugglers may find themselves doing business with free merchants or even rogue traders; recidivists take shelter here, staying one step ahead of any bounty hunters sent to retrieve them; free thinkers and heretics publish manifestos and attract followers in the same streets that Imperial missionaries preach their fiery screeds; tech-priests, augmenticists, flesh-artisans, rejuvenators, elixir-chemists and a thousand other experts in a thousand proscribed fields sell their services to any with the money and the time. It is not merely humans who visit the Hex, either– mutants are able to live there free of persecution, and it is not uncommon to see xenos stalking the streets, whether it be Kroot or Tarellian mercenaries, Sslyth bodyguards, Nicassar mystics, or even the odd Eldar Ranger.

It is no secret that the Hex is a focal point for vice, lawlessness and heresy within the sector, and in any other circumstance, the Imperial Navy would have come down like a hammer upon that station years ago. However, the much of the legitimate trade in the sector, for better or worse, goes through the Hex as well, as the station still fulfils an essential role as a vital way-station between most trade routes. Perhaps even more significantly, many planetary governments have economic interests (both legal and not) tied to mercantile traffic through the Hex. It is perhaps for this reason that, in its endless battle against piracy and smuggling, the Imperial Navy has gained no local support, whether it be material or political, for any proposed push against the Hex– something that frustrates Admiral Hallsmark, the commander of Battlefleet Kerberus, to no end.



(Image by QuAuZ at Deviantart)


Also known as Ghost Space, the Desolation and Nowhere, the Cairn Expanse is a mostly unexplored cluster of nebulae, asteroid belts and ancient stars to the galactic south-east of the Kerberus Sector. They have remained largely unexplored and unsettled for centuries, in part because most ships that enter that region never come back. The first ship that did come back– the free trader Asterion and her captain Jakov Orsmar– reported finding a system where strange anomalies caused his ship’s systems to go dead for hours on end, and where strange, sinister whispers were picked up on the ship’s vox. An expedition to the only habitable planet in the system found clusters of abandoned, ancient cities, hundreds of cairns dotting the marsh-like landscape, and a perpetual fog that at least thirty men got lost in, never to be found again.

That was but the first of many stories to come out of the Cairn Expanse, a name that came from the description of that first planet that Orsmar discovered. Tales have spread of sprawling city-sized tombs on long-dead worlds, of ancient, undisturbed ruins, and of a black star ringed by hundreds of wrecked and abandoned starships. There are tales of the Expanse being haunted, of ghost-ships that attack without warning and of eery signals that appear and then disappear on vox networks.

To date, no less than fifty ships have disappeared trying to enter the Cairn Expanse, and by comparison, only a handful have ever returned, with nothing to show of their voyage except tales of horror. In recent years, the Ordo Xenos of the Inquisition place a quarantine upon the entire region. However, with limited ships at its disposal, the Imperial Navy in the Kerberus Sector has been unable to effectively maintain this quarantine…and the tales of long-abandoned ruins continue to spur foolhardy adventurers into journeying into the Expanse…


(Artist unknown)


The Gyre has been a fixture of the Kerberus Sector as far back as any of its denizens remembers– the earliest Imperial records,that survived the Age of Apostasy make mention of the “great, violet wound upon the void,” and some of the oldest voidfarers mutter that the Gyre has been around since the days the Emperor walked among men. A warp storm measuring several thousand light years in width located in the galactic east of the sector, the Gyre takes the form of a swirling, star-shaped vortex of bilious gas-clouds and raging aetheric energy, tendrils of the great warp storm seemingly reaching out in all directions as though grasping at the material universe. In the millennia that the Gyre has existed, it has always remained unusually stable, maintaining its shape and position within the sector, though in those millennia it has never shown any sign of diminishing.

The debilitating effect that the presence of the Gyre has had on the sector is twofold. Firstly, the presence of such a large warp storm has impeded space travel in a significant part of the sector, forcing the adoption of lengthy, circuitous routes to avoid it altogether. The Gyre’s very presence, however, has been known to cause smaller, short-lived warp-squalls to flare up in surrounding regions of space, and to cause instability and turbulence in nearby warp routes. Far more debilitating, however, is the effect that the storm has had on the holy Astronomicon: due both to the intensity with which the Gyre rages and the sheer distance away of Holy Terra, the Astronomicon shines less dimly in many parts of the Kerberus Sector. This has been known to make warp travel and navigation riskier, and many ships have been forced to make use of ancient star-charts and memorized routes rather than relying solely on the Astronomicon.

Despite the many dangers of sailing into a warp storm, and despite the fact that the Inquisition has officially declared the Gyre to be off limits, more than a few brave or foolhardy adventurers have sailed into the storm. Those few that have returned have done so with tales of worlds unseen by human eyes, of pockets of stable space within the Gyre free of the touch of the warp, and of verdant, green worlds ripe for exploration and settlement. More than a few rumours have surfaced of ancient xeno ruins and treasures lying on those worlds. Whether such rumours are true or not, they have not stopped adventurers from sailing forth into the storm, braving the danger (and possible damnation) for fame and wealth…though there are many who argue that whatever lies at the heart of the Gyre cannot have remained untainted by the touch of the Warp…


(Art by Games Workshop)


Prior to 999.M41, the world of Tethys was a rapidly-rising star on the economic promontory of the Kerberus Sector. An aquatic world located just to the galactic southwest of the Gyre, Tethys was a magnificent jewel of glimmering green seas, continent-sized beds of algae and tangled island chains. For most of its history, it had been considered a backwater, its few landmasses inhabited by an impoverished population and its floating cities ruled by bickering noble families mostly interested in cultivating old grudges and clinging to their petty fiefdoms, and by a line of planetary governors more interested in lining their pockets than in paying their world’s tithes. Production was at an all time low, and even worse, the superstitious, pre-Imperial cults, who worshipped of the ancient, monstrous leviathans that stalked Tethys’ oceans, still practised their heretical rituals behind closed doors.

A timely census by the Administratum, however, eventually revealed the depth of the government’s corruption, and in the ensuing political fallout, the governor of the time was deposed and one of the newer nobility, Brigitte L’Oiseaux, was installed in his place. Under L’Oiseaux’s tenure, Tethys’ tithes were not only met, but also exceeded, its fisheries and kelp farms suddenly feeding much of the sector. At the same time, Tethys’ star ports were opened up even further to offworld trade, and raw materials, vital infrastructural services and offworld luxuries were brought in in exchange for the planet’s growing market of sea-beast hides and aquatic delicacies. Imperial authorities such as the Arbites and the Ecclesiarchy were strengthened and made more visible, and after a vigorous purge, the heretical cults of Tethys were pushed back into the shadows and margins of society, forced now to live in fear of discovery.

Almost overnight, Tethys’ economic woes were reversed, and its people were soon enjoying a standard of living almost unheard of in their long history. Within a few years, Tethys had grown to enjoy such a position of wealth and influence that there was even rumour that the sector capital might be moved there.

And then, seemingly at the height of its grandeur, disaster fell upon Tethys. In one dark night, the oceanic leviathans– each a fabled monster in its own right– went into a frenzy all at once, attacking beyond their territories and devouring or savaging all they came across. Psykers all over the planet began to scream, and many were simply obliterated in eruptions of empyric energy that caused massive destruction and loss of life. Above Tethys, the normally indigo night sky suddenly became the sickly violet of an infected wound, and actinic lightning stabbed across its suddenly turbulent atmosphere. Acid and fire rained from the heavens, and gale force winds tossed floating buildings and settlements into the air like children’s toys. And then, in what seemed like the blink of an eye, the Warp itself swept over Tethys in an apocalyptic surge, and the planet was simply gone.

News of Tethys’ disappearance was slow to reach the rest of the sector at first, but when it did, it took on a much more horrifying aspect than the simple vanishing of a world. All stellar cartographae in the sector soon confirmed the same thing: the Gyre had expanded. A tendril of the storm, like that of a starfish lazily reaching out, had extended to envelop the Tethys system completely. The news sent ripples of shock throughout the sector government at Kerberus Prime, the shipyards at Calyphia and the naval command at Port Warden. Economies tied by interstellar trade to Tethys went into freefall, and panic and confusion reigned on populated worlds, the Adeptus Arbites desperately trying to maintain order as ordinary citizens screamed that the end times had come. Across the sector, soothsayers and diviners began experiencing visions of destruction, anarchy and death, and the sheer empyric feedback of the warp-event caused dozens of ships to be thrown violently off course as their Navigators and Astropaths suffered seizures or went mad.

In all of its long history, the roiling tides of the Gyre had never before shifted position or expanded. That they had not only done so now, but, in the process, enveloped a major Imperial world, was shocking in the extreme, and hundreds of explanations arose as a result. Some claimed that it was divine punishment for the sins of Tethys and its populace, while others claimed it was the work of xenos, harnessing the warp itself as a weapon against the Imperium. Others still claimed some strange artefact or anomaly on Tethys must have attracted the warp like a magnet, while those knowledgeable of Tethysian lore whispered that perhaps the ancient leviathans, still worshipped in secret by so many on that lost world, might have done this somehow. To many others, however, the fact that a warp storm had just swallowed a major Imperial world spoke of darker, deeper implications, and feared that the eye of the storm now gazed ever more hungrily upon the rest of the sector…

An upcoming Rogue Trader campaign, and the perils of GMing

(Art by Games Workshop & Fantasy Flight Games)

So, one thing I’ve recently decided to do on this blog is post summaries and anecdotes of RPG sessions I’ve been involved in. This decision comes too late for the last campaign I was in, sadly, because when I started the blog it was already a third of the way through, and I didn’t want to have to rely on my faulty memory to backtrack and explain who the characters were, what had happened so far, etc etc. Which is a pity, because the campaign in question was absolutely hilarious (essentially a Rifts campaign set in the multiverse of Rick and Morty).*

The next campaign for my group, however, is one I’m going to run. Now, I am no stranger to GMing: my first effort was several years ago, and was essentially using the Aberrant rules to the setting of the Marvel Universe (at the time I didn’t know of, or have access to, the official Marvel RPG rules, and unfortunately even if I wanted to switch over now it would screw over the legacy characters). The group was essentially “Omega Flight,” the Canadian government’s more hush-hush version of Alpha Flight, and I had them facing off against an ongoing conspiracy involving mutation-inducing flowers and extradimensional robots. It was a bit of a clunky mess, as it was my first time GMing, and often I found myself stumbling quite a bit in trying to get the players from plot point A to plot point B (especially at one point when the party obsessed minor detail that was of no relevance to the plot). It didn’t help that I found it difficult to create villains who could actually threaten the party, since one of my players had min-maxed his character to become a nigh-unstoppable battering ram.

Still, it was a fun experience, my party enjoyed themselves, and I learned a lot of valuable lessons about how to GM properly. This led to a sequel campaign a few years later, and while it had its own clunky moments, I like to think that, story-wise, it actually turned out a lot better. If there were any issues I had looking back at that campaign, it was that I found myself turning into a bit of a control freak and railroading players far too often– something that I have since tried to be aware of.

My last campaign, though, was about two years ago, and was a much more daring (and flawed) undertaking: a Rifts campaign set in the Fallout universe (in particular, in post-apocalyptic Canada). I had a blast setting up this campaign: I wanted the experience to emulate the Fallout games as much as possible, rather than just be another Rifts game, and to that end, I set about creating my own set of house rules that included rules for radiation, character/race rules for Super Mutants and Ghouls, and above all, perks. In addition, I spent a huge amount deciding what post-apocalyptic Southern Ontario was like.  Aside from the ruined city of Ronto (which is canon in Fallout), I had a blast renaming certain locations in Ontario (Markham and Huntsville became Arkham and Hunter’s Vale, for instance), and creating things like major environmental/geological hazards, new mutated creatures, and outlining the various factions and individuals vying for power in this region (including the Peacekeepers of Ronto, the Enclave remnants and the Ojibwe Confederacy). Above all, I tried to stick to as much of a pseudo-1960s feel as possible, even to the point of making a playlist of thematic 50s and 60s songs to play on Youtube while the party was travelling in-game.

Unfortunately, at this time, I was also studying for a major HR certification exam that was a major source of worry and stress for me. To make matters worse, work was a constant and time-consuming factor for me, and I would often arrive home too mentally and physically exhausted to devise things for the next weekend session. To make matters worse, I just could not figure out the Rifts rules, no matter how much I tried, and so frequently throughout the session I was faced with difficult questions and, even worse, annoyance from players who knew the system better than me. All of these factors resulted in the campaign becoming clunky and haphazard, and there was more than one occasion when I found myself getting frustrated in-session. It didn’t help that I had no clear idea of where I wanted the campaign to ultimately go, and soon my lack of direction and vision was becoming evident.

It was about midway through where I had originally wanted to end that we reached a good break point. At this point, my party suggested we end here for now, as my stress and anxiety were not only becoming evident, but were also having a visibly detrimental effect on the campaign. And so, my Fallout campaign came to an end as a clunky, poorly-executed mess, and to date, we still have not gone back to it. In part, this is because I no longer know how it will end, or indeed, what the major plot point of it is even supposed to be anymore. This campaign remains a major source of disappointment for me, as I had really wanted to do right by the setting, and feel that I ultimately was not able to do it justice or make it fun for my party.

It goes without saying that this time around, I am hoping to do much better. This time around I will be running a Rogue Trader campaign, and though this is another system that I had to learn from scratch, I am a little more confident this time. Partly, it is because my life feels a little less chaotic right now, but also it is because there were a huge number of player and GM aids printed for Rogue Trader before Games Workshop pulled its license away from Fantasy Flight Games (something that I am still annoyed about, because FFG’s 40k roleplaying books were amazing). More importantly, Warhammer 40k is a setting that I know the background of intimately, and Rogue Trader featured plenty of campaign books that I intend to borrow a lot of elements from. And best of all, Rogue Trader is a campaign where, if nothing else is coming to mind, I can simply trust my players to follow an endeavour, and see what randomness space decides to throw their way.

I hope to post more on my upcoming campaign soon– the characters, the background, and above all, the weekly sessions as soon as it begins. Wish me luck, internet!


*If anyone DOES want me to share what happened in Rifts and Morty (as the GM has called it), please let me know.

Thoughts: The return of Jean-Luc Picard and the current state of Star Trek

(Photo: CBS/Getty)


So, I wanted to share my thoughts, as a lifelong Trekkie, on the news of Sir Patrick Stewart returning to Star Trek. As has been reported by a million and a half news outlets now (here it is on The Verge, just for your edification),  Sir Patrick has signed on to a new Star Trek series in the works that will explore ““the next chapter of Picard’s life.” As someone who practically grew up watching Star Trek: The Next Generation, my initial reaction, of course, was giddy excitement, a lot of jumping up and down and indecipherable whooping noise, but once the initial excitement settled down, I pondered, and became a little more perturbed on the issue. At the moment, my opinions on the return of Jean-Luc Picard are somewhat mixed.

I say this for a number of reasons. On the one hand, as I mentioned before, this is very exciting news for a fan of TNG. Patrick Stewart’s Jean-Luc Picard was the face of the show, the moral and ethical centre that held together a crew of scientists, engineers, and occasional philosophers. While Picard was not a perfect captain by any stretch of the imagination (there are lengthy debates among Trekkies over how selective Picard was in his adherance to the Prime Directive), Stewart delivered his lines with such gravitas that it was impossible not to pay attention to him– I recall one commentator saying that Stewart could read a grocery list and make it sound compelling. A plethora of endlessly quotable lines  (“Engage,” “Make it so,” and any time he called Commander Riker “Number One”) and admittedly quite powerful speeches simply cemented Picard’s status as, arguably, the pillar upon which the show rested.

However, as far as anyone knows, Picard’s return will be a solo one, without any of his old crew there with him. As of this time, there has been no confirmation of any of the other old TNG cast returning for this show. On the one hand, I am fine with this, as I don’t want to see them try to make “TNG: Part 2.” However, the fact that Picard’s return is a solitary one, happening in a storyline that (presumably) takes place years after the events of TNG, feels strangely jarring to me. In my opinion, the season finale of TNG and the movies rounded off TNG and gave it….maybe not a satisfactory ending (Star Trek: Nemesis was anything but that), but a sense of closure all the same. To suddenly bring Picard back after years of TNG being off the air, after I had long accepted that his story was done, feels strange to me and disrupts this feeling of closure. I had always worked under the assumption that if I ever wanted to look at Picard’s post-TNG years, that I should turn to the various novels, comics, etc that the franchise has churned out. Now that they are actually answering this question with an actual show, I’m wondering if those said books and comics will be nullified from canon, much as the expanded universe of Star Wars was when the newer batch of movies came out.

Then there’s the nagging feeling that pulling Picard back into Star Trek is in and of itself an act of desperation. The last time an old character was brought on as major character on a Star Trek show, it was when they brought Worf onto Deep Space Nine…and that was a transparent attempt to bring back viewers. This feels like the exact same thing: “Hey, we know you have all have mixed feelings on Discovery, but hey, Picard is coming back! Exciting, huh?” Some may argue, though, that adding Worf to the show did in fact boost its ratings, and his presence did a lot to bolster the storyline by bringing in an entire Klingon subplot and cast of side characters (including Martok, the greatest Klingon to ever grace the screen), and I will admit that Deep Space Nine, especially in its later seasons, competes fiercely with The Next Generation as my favourite Star Trek show. Even so, Worf’s presence on the show, lengthy as it was, never felt any less forced or artificial for me. Perhaps the new Picard series may be just what Star Trek needs as an alternative to Discovery.

Speaking of Discovery, the current writing and directorial team in charge of the franchise leaves me feeling uneasy (despite the fact that Michael Chabon apparently is on the writing team for the new Picard series). I won’t hesitate to say that my enthusiasm for Discovery went cold pretty quickly, and while it is not a terrible show by any stretch of the imagination, it is not one that managed to sustain my interest either. Between horribly transparent plot twists, a protagonist I fell out of love with fairly quickly, a central plot that wasn’t sure what it wanted to do and a cast I really didn’t care too much about (barring one or two characters), Discovery brought nothing new to the table while at the same time doing nothing to give me a reason to stay. Of course, maybe the show just needed a season to find its feet, and will improve with time. Maybe they will apply the lessons they learned to the new Picard show. Maybe.

I’ll keep my fingers crossed, of course, and hopefully, whoever will be writing the new show will know what to do with the bestest captain ever (I will fight anyone who says otherwise). But until then, I can’t even be cautiously optimistic. Just cautious.

Battle Summary: Drukhari vs Death Guard

(above image by GW, used without permission)

Last weekend, I managed to get my second game in with my Drukhari. I was going up against a Death Guard player who had said ahead of time that he would be bringing an “experimental list.” My only game against the Death Guard thus far had been with my Sisters of Battle, and it had ended horribly due to a combination of Poxwalkers, Typhus, and Mortarion. This time around, I had no idea what to expect, so I brought a list that I hoped would be able to deal with whatever Nurgle’s rotters would throw at me:

Archon- blaster, Djinn Blade, Hatred Eternal- 93
Archon- blaster, huskblade- 93
5 Kabalite Warriors- blaster- 47
5 Kabalite Warriors- blaster- 47
5 Kabalite Warriors- blaster- 47
Sslyth- 27
8 Mandrakes- 128
Razorwing Jetfighter- splinter cannon, disintegrators- 145
Venom- dual splinter cannons- 75
Venom- dual splinter cannons- 75
Venom- dual splinter cannons- 75
Ravager- 3 dark lances- 148
Ravager- 3 dark lances- 148
Razorwing Jetfighter- disintegrator cannons- 145

Succubus- archite glaive, blast pistol, Stimm Addict, Adrenalight, Serpentin- 60
Succubus- shardnet and impaler, Hypex- 55
5 Wyches- shardnet and impaler, Hekatrix w. power sword, Grave Lotus- 64
5 Wyches- shardnet and impaler, Hekatrix w. power sword, Splintermind- 64
20 Wyches- 2 shardnets and impalers, Hekatrix w. power sword, Adrenalight- 166
6 Reaver Jetbikes- 2 blasters, 2 grav talons, Painbringer- 154
Raider- disintegrator- 80
Raider- disintegrator- 80

Haemonculus- stinger pistol,, electrocorrosive whip, Diabolic Soothsayer- 81
5 Wracks- 45

Total: 1945

Unfortunately, I had nothing left in my model range to fill this void in points. Potentially, I could have taken a Lhamaean, or even another Sslyth, or even just filled out the numbers of some of my Wych squads/Mandrakes/Reavers. That’s hindsight for you, though).

Total CP: 13 (-1 for Alliance of Agony, -1 for extra relics, +d3 for Diabolic Soothsayer)

The general idea of this list was to keep as many splinter weapons/blasters on hand as possible to deal with Daemon Princes, Bloat Drones, etc, while also having some close combat punch just in case (and, naturally, plenty of mobility). In particular, I wanted to experiment with the Cult of the Cursed Blade and a giant mob of 20 or so Wyches coming out of the webway– I hopefully, they would help deal with the giant unbreakable Poxwalker tarpits I faced the last time around.

My opponent ran the following (from memory):

Daemon Prince- wings, 2 malefic talons, Suppurating Plate, Miasma of Pestilence, Rotten Constitution
3 Deathshroud Terminators
3 Myphilitic Blight Haulers
Plagueburst Crawler- 2 plaguespitters
Plagueburst Crawler- 2 plaguespitters
Plagueburst Crawler- 2 plaguespitters

NURGLE DAEMONS BATTALION (I think…he had just 1 HQ, though, so I don’t think that’s right):
Herald of Nurgle- Curse of the Leper
4 Nurgling Swarms
4 Nurgling Swarms
4 Nurgling Swarms
4 Nurgling Swarms

Mortarion- Plague Wind, Pestilential Vitality

We played one of the ITC missions, on a diagonal deployment on a table with sparse cover. I was, and still am, completely unfamiliar with ITC missions, but for my two special objectives I chose Monster Hunter and Recon (I think) He chose the character-hunting objective and also Recon. I’ll be honest, my memory is hazy, and I was essentially a casual player up against someone prepping for the ITC.

This is only going to be a short-form batrep, partly because my army is still in a partial stage of assembly/painting/renovation, and partly because my opponent needed to be elsewhere in four hours, and I didn’t want to slow the game down by taking pictures. I’ll just instead quickly go over what happened.


Before the game, I used my extra command points to give my non-warlord Succubus the Traitor’s Embrace (aka the “kill me and I explode” relic), and my Haemonculus the Helm of Spite so he could counter enemy psykers.

We played on a board with a few hollowed-out buildings on either side, with plenty of no man’s land in between. He set up with his forces spread across his deployment zone, with his Crawlers at the forefront and his Blight Haulers, Mortarion, Daemon Prince and everything else sheltering behind them. I, meanwhile, clustered as many skimmers as possible behind the two buildings, with all of my characters going into Wych Raiders, along with the giant Wych blob and Mandrakes in reserve, and the Wracks in the far corner, out of sight and ready to redeploy via Black Cornucopians if need be. I one serious deployment mistake, however: I one Wych Raider (with exploding Succubus, warlord Archon and Sslyth) far forward on the left flank, along with the Reaver Jebtikes, with both units out of cover and practically staring down the Death Guard’s guns. The reason for this was I was gambling on getting the first turn, zooming forward and assaulting/blastering stuff right from the get go.

Guess what? I didn’t get the first turn, and I didn’t seize the initiative. Ahahaha help.


His Crawlers all move up, as do his Blight Haulers, with one going right into the face of my Reavers, while his Nurglings all scamper around to grab objectives. Mortarion and his Daemon Prince advance close to the middle of his force, with his Deathshroud staying close to Mortarion to tank wounds for him. The psychic phase is largely ineffective, but shooting is painful: exposed out in the open, 4 of my Reavers go down, as does the Raider carrying the Wyches, Sslyth, explosive Succubus and my warlord. No one is hurt, but now almost all of my stuff is out in the open.

My turn, I try to advance my characters for cover, while my Sslyth stands in front of them. My Reavers zoom behind one Crawler, while my Wyches move to assault it next turn. Honestly, on that flank, I pretty much figure its all a lost cause and I’m playing for time. The rest of my army pulls a refused flank manoeuvre, with everything (bar a Ravager and a Venom, which are too far back) flying down the right flank to concentrate fire on a Crawler. I had both my Archon and Haemonculus get out as well, the former to get his reroll 1s bubble in action, the latter to make sure the Helm of Spite was on the board. Shooting sees concentrated fire bring down the Crawler surprisingly quickly– my opponent’s invulnerable and Disgustingly Resilient saves were awful– while random splinter fire kills half a unit of Nurglings (those little blighters are tough!) My Reavers, meanwhile, do 4-odd wounds to the Crawler.

Then, in the assault phase, I commit a blunder: I charged my Reavers into the nearest Plagueburst Crawler, 1) because I figured they wouldn’t survive the next turn, and 2) intending for them to eat overwatch so that the Wyches (and hopefully any surviving Reavers) could tie the big tank up for a turn and deny it its awful shooting. The Crawler’s plaguespitters, however, showed me why this was a bad idea, vaporizing both Reavers in one round of overwatch. I was about to charge in with the Wyches as well when my opponent reminded me that, in 8th edition, units can overwatch as many times as they want as long as they are not locked in combat. I had been working under the assumption that overwatch worked like it did in 7th, where units could only ever overwatch once per phase. Needless to say, this was a rather humbling learning moment for me. The Wyches stayed put, though that gave me no solace considering that I had just wasted the Reavers for nothing.


In the Death Guard turn, his stuff shuffled around, with the Daemon Prince leaping right up in the face of my massed vehicles on the right flank, Morty flying up towards my Ravager in the centre, and the rest of his stuff angling for better lines of fire/grabbing objectives. In the psychic phase, he failed to case Miasma on the Daemon Prince, and miraculously failed Smite, but his Herald did manage to heal a few wounds off of the Crawler that had all to recently spat on the Reavers. Mortarion then cast Pestilential Vigour on the Daemon Prince, but the Helm of Spite denied it, inflicting a few wounds on Mortarion via Perils in the bargain!

In the shooting phase, though, all but 1 of the disembarked Wyches were blasted down, as was the poor Sslyth. The middle Ravager took the lion’s share of the firepower, and despite me using Lightning Reflexes, it was still dropped down to 3 wounds. In the assault phase, the Daemon Prince charged the Razorwing, shrugged off a crapload of overwatch, and proceeded to shred my poor plane before consolidating into a nearby Razorwing. The damn thing was now right in the middle of most of my army…right, I later realized, where my opponent wanted it.


In my turn, the Mandrakes arrived in the opponent’s backfield, while I opened a webway portal and brought my big mob of Wyches in as well. I hoped to use both of these units to clear the backfield of Nurglings. In the proper movement phase, I had no bloody idea what to do with my warlord, as she was surrounded by Crawlers, Mortarion, and the incoming Death Guard, so I hid her, while the exploding Succubus and the last Wych went after Mortarion. The injured Ravager moved more fully out of cover so it could grab a nearby objective. Meanwhile, my big huddle on the right flank…continued to huddle, with my vheicles all circling the Daemon Prince to rapid fire it to death (save for one Venom further back, which zoomed up so that it could shoot at either the Prince or Mortarion). This wound up being a big mistake: instead of using my superior mobility to go out, grab objectives, etc, I was castling in a corner of the board. As it was, my opponent’s more slow-moving army already had control of the board and a sizeable point advantage. As of writing this, I also realize I should have disembarked my other Wych unit + Succubus from their own Raider to go after the Nurglings as well. I really, really wasn’t thinking in this game.

In shooting, almost everything that could fired into the Daemon Prince, and despite its 2+ save, 5+ invulnerable and Disgusting Resilience, brought it down to 1 wound with massed poison and lance fire. What few shots I threw against the nearby Crawler, sadly, did no damage. The damaged Ravager whiffed against Mortarion, as did my warlord. The Mandrakes, however, unleashed their baleblasts at a nearby squad of Nurglings, and managed to kill two bases and leave another hanging on one wound.

In close combat, the Archon charged the Daemon Prince, the last Wych charged Mortarion (and died to his area effect power), the exploding Succubus also charged Mortarion (and took 2 wounds to said power), and the Mandrakes and big mob of Wyches each charged a unit of Nurglings, respectively. Everyone’s charges made it in…except, crucially, for my Mandrakes and my Wyches, both of whom failed even with rerolls! Arrgh! In combat, at least, my Archon finished off the Daemon Prince, using Soul Trap to then boost his stats. The Succubus, predictably, did nothing to Mortarion, was squished in return and exploded…and proceeded to do 1 mortal wound. Annoyed, I used a Command Point to reroll the explosion…and got a 2…one of which was then saved by Mortarion’s Resilience. I had just sacrificed a character and two command points (one for the reroll, one for her relic) for ONE wound on Mortarion. Grumble mutter grumble…


At the top of turn 3, Mortarion flew down to say hi to my bunched-up vehicles and introduce them to his area-effect plague ability. His Blight Haulers moved back to the centre of the board for better line of sight on my stuff, his Crawlers shuffled…and that was mainly it. Oh yes, and his Deathshroud advanced up menacingly on my warlord.

In the psychic phase, the Herald healed up Mortarion, while Mortarion himself managed to cast Plague Wind– I was unable to stop it, and one of my Venoms went crashing down after taking one mortal wound too many, forcing the Kabalites inside to disembark. In the shooting phase, things got even worse: my damaged Ravager went down, as did another of my Venoms, while the Kabalite squad that had previously been forced out was wiped out by missile fire. One Crawler devoted all of its firepower to my nearby warlord…but this time the dice favoured me, as she went on to make save after save with her shadow field, and emerged from the bombardment unscathed. The same could not be said for my big Wych mob, who lost 6 of their number to mortar fire, and another to morale.

In the assault phase, Mortarion assaulted, managing to get in contact with my Haemonculus, Archon, and the other disembarked Kabalite squad. Silence swung out in great arcs, slicing down my Haemonculus and all 5 Kabalites. In return, my Archon swung back, and actually managed to ding a wound off of the big guy in return. His Deathshroud, perhaps wisely, declined to charge my warlord after that display of shadowfieldery.

In my turn, I withdrew my Archon from combat, and disembarked my Succubus and squad of Wyches to go after Nurglings. Speaking of which, my now-reduced Wych blob moved up to charge one Nurgling squad, while my Mandrakes slunk up towards another. All of my vehicles shuffled to get line of sight on various things, and my Archon warlord moved up to charge either the Deathshroud or the Crawler as necessary.

In the shooting phase, my Archon failed to damage the Crawler with her blaster. My Mandrakes, though, did one better, wiping out the Nurglings that they had maimed previously. All the rest of my shooting went into Mortarion, and proceeded to drop the big guy down to 9 wounds! The wound up netting me some points as per Big Game Hunter, so I was quite happy with that.

In the assault phase, the big Wych mob went into one squad of Nurglings, the smaller squad went into another, the Succubus went into a third (that had already taken damage from my first shooting phase), and my Mandrakes went into the Nurgle Herald. Finally, the warlord Archon had a choice of dealing with either the Crawler or the Deathshroud, though my opponent warned me that no matter which I charged, the Archon would be receiving a lot of auto-hits on overwatch. In the end, I figured it was either charge or be charged, and sent the Archon into the Deathshroud. The bodyguards of Mortarion then proceeded to unleash a lot of auto-hits from their poisoned flamers, inflicting some 9 wounds on the Archon, of which she saved all…but one, dropping her shadow field. Crap. Everything, at least, made it charge this time.

In close combat, the Mandrakes sliced the Nurgle Herald into tiny, rotting bits, ending his psychic shenanigans once and for all. The giant Wych mob, in turn, wiped out two bases of Nurglings and left a third hovering on a wound. Hmm, I was expecting a bit more from them. Finally, my small Wych squad did only to wounds to their Nurgling opponents for two wounds in return, while the Succubus did two wounds to another Nurgling unit and took a wound of her own. Hmm, that was underwhelming.

Finally, the Archon swept into the Deathshroud, unleashing 7 strength 4 attacks, rerolling failed to wound rolls and doing d3 damage each…and did absolutely nada, as all of her damage bounced off Cataphractii armour and Disgusting Resilience. In return, the Deathshrouds’ scythes hacked my poor Archon to ribbons. And thus new model curse reared its ugly head.

The only picture I took of the game, showing my Archon’s last moments.

At this point, though, we were running out of time, and my opponent needed to get going. I can’t remember what the final score was, only that I was losing quite decisively, so I called it then and there.

Result: Death Guard victory!

-Looking back, I didn’t do too badly in this game, all things considered. I was, at the end of the day, using a soft list in a scenario format that I was horribly unfamiliar and inexperienced with, and yet I still managed to deal a bloody nose to the Death Guard. Unfortunately, it doesn’t change the fact that I still played a very lopsided game where I pretty much screwed myself over in deployment.
-I brought my list expecting to deal with Poxwalker hordes (hence the Wych blob). In retrospect, I shoulder really have brought more Kabalites/firepower, as this would have been a huge help in dealing with those damnable Plagueburst Crawlers, and large monsters, and vehicles, etc.
-I was surprised at how aggressive he was in moving forward with his Plagueburst Crawlers. I was expecting him to go for lascannon equivalents, not plaguespitters. Again, I really should have used my mobility to keep my distance.
-Nurglings are freaking tough! My Wyches just couldn’t kill the buggers off when it mattered.

-My earlier deployment error was extremely costly, and meant that I lost my Reavers far too early. It also meant that my warlord was on the run for most of the game from the majority of the enemy army (in retrospect I wonder if I wound have been better served by running her out aggressively as a distraction rather than trying to preserve her, but I didn’t rate her chances against Mortarion.) Hugging cover is the number one deployment rule for Dark Eldar, and I’m stunned that I neglected it in this instance.
-As mentioned above, I was an idiot and didn’t take full advantage of my mobility like I should have. Instead, I let the majority of my force get boxed into a corner for two full turns while the enemy army spread out and took those vital objectives. This was massively important, because in ITC missions you score a point for each turn that you have an objective under your control.
-I initially forgot about the Flayed Skull ability to reroll 1s with my splinter rifles/cannons. This was pivotal, as I kept having my vehicles (or my Venoms, at least) hug my Archon’s reroll bubble instead instead of letting them spread out.

-My firepower was reliable and effective throughout the entire game, with my multiple blasters punching holes in his tanks and my massed splinter fire putting serious hurt on his Daemon Prince and Morty. My Venoms, Kabalites and Ravagers were all just plain fantastic.
-My number 2 Archon did better than my Djinn Blade-wielding warlord, killing off the Daemon Prince and even managing to tank wounds for a round from Mortarion
-My Mandrakes, even though they failed their charge when they arrived, were excellent at clearing away my opponent’s backfield, killing off one unit of Nurglings with baleblasts and stabbing down the Nurgle Herald

-The Wych horde came down on turn 2….and failed their charge on the Nurglings guarding an objective, as did the Mandrakes. When they did make it into a unit of Nurglings on turn 3, they had taken some losses, and only killed 2 bases and nearly killed a 3rd. Not nearly good enough. I think the whole deepstriking Wych blob experiment has failed.
-My Traitor’s Embrace Succubus was terrible. She charged Mortarion, died horribly…and then rolled a 1 for her explosion damage. I used a command point reroll, got a 2…and then Mortarion saved one of the wounds anyway on Disgustingly Resilient. I had spent two whole command points and a character just to do 1 wound to Mortarion. :bleep:
-As mentioned above, I was an unpracticed, casual player against a guy practicing for ITC. The outcome felt like it was inevitable based ont that factor alone.

-Up until now, i had always thought that overwatch worked like 7th ed, where you can have a unit charge in, eat up overwatch, and free another unit to charge in without penalty. Instead, as I learned, an enemy unit can overwatch as many times as it likes as long as it’s not locked in combat. This became apparent when I charged the last two Reavers into one of his Plagueburst Crawlers, hoping to eat overwatch so some nearby Wyches could lock it in combat and deny its shooting for a bit. Nope, the Reavers died, and the Wyches soon followed suit.
-When rerolling charges, you must in fact reroll both dice: you cannot choose just to reroll one, unless you are using a command point
-The Helm of Spite must actually be on the table (ie outside of a vehicle) in order to take effect.

I’m thinking that for competitive games (ie games where my opponent brings several psykers, Plagueburst Crawlers and Daemon Princes against me), a third Ravager is definitely in order- and potentially, even taking them in a Black Heart Spearhead detachment so that I can make use of Labyrinthine Cunning, Writ of the Dark Muse and Agents of Vect (though I wonder if taking that would immediately turn me into “that guy”). Otherwise, I’m discovering that Reavers are very difficult to use effectively, as despite their high toughness and multiple wounds, they are not hard to kill at all. They really need to hug LOS blocking cover and/or get in the enemy’s faces on turn 1 to be effective– and to do that, ideally, they need to be run with Red Grief, not Cursed Blade.

Speaking of which, my dalliance into the Cult of the Cursed Blade was interesting, and might bear repeating…but not with the giant Wych blob. The one big problem with the Wych blob is that a simple, failed charge roll left them sitting out in the open– which would have been infinitely worse against a shootier opponent like Imperial Guard or T’au. Maybe I will experiment with this unit again at some point, but in the meantime, I will stick to keeping my Wyches in Raiders (which means sticking to Cult of the Red Grief, to make best use of said Raiders. I am starting to see why Red Grief is seen as the “go-to” Wych Cult for a lot of players)

Overall, at the end of the day, I was an unpracticed Drukhari player up against a much more experienced player prepar ing for a major tournament. Based on that factor alone, this was always going to be an uphill battle for me, so I take some solace from that.

Updates: revising a paint scheme, a dark lady, and evil Wraithguard

It’s been a while since I last shared any of my painting/converting updates– as usual, my very busy weekly life has kept me…well, busy. That being said, what progress that I have made has been focused on my Drukhari, particularly in updating my old colour scheme.


When I first painted up my Kabal of the Revenant Shroud , I wanted something other than the green/turquoise schemes I kept seeing on every other Dark Eldar army out there. I wanted a theme that reflected the Kabal name– something suitably dark and menacing– but not overly so. In the end, I went with a mid-grey colour scheme with ice-blue highlights, going for a look that, to me at least, trod the line between malevolence and barebones functionality– a delinieation that, to me, seemed appropriate for a Kabal that had effectively been living in exile.

Some (admittedly) blurry pics of my old colour scheme can be found here:

And some of my allied Wych Cult:

As you can see, my old colour scheme really was nothing to write home about. I quickly discovered how difficult it was to get grey shaded and hightlighted just right, and ended up with an army that, regrettably, looked like it had just come off of the sprue. To make things worse, back then my carrying case wasn’t the greatest, and so gradual wear and tear resulted in a lot of damage to my poor models.

It was because of this that, when the new Codex: Drukhari dropped, I vowed that I would make my army playable again. Up until then, I had been using the old, horribly outdated Dark Eldar Warriors, and so made a point of buying two large squads of Kabalite Warriors (half of which came pre-primed and assembled from a friend). I was dissatisfied with how my old colour scheme had turned out, and wanted to use these Kabalites as a testbed for a new possible scheme (and/or to see if I could improve the old one)
At first, I tried experimenting with (from left to right), a base of Dark Reaper followed by a lighter grey colour; an attempt at painting ivory (which turned out horribly) and an attempt at doing Incubi Darkness followed by Kabalite Green.

The grey one, I edged with Sotek Green just to see how well the two would work together. I had it in my mind that I wanted to go for a scheme that seemed ancient, or even “spectral,” and I was inspired in no small part by the way the upcoming Nighthaunt minis have been painted for Age of Sigmar.
At some point in this whole process, I decided to base an entire squad in Dark Reaper, and see where I went from there. I think I was trying to do something similar to, or improve upon, my old colour scheme.

More recently, at a paint night at a friend’s house, layered one of these Dark Reaper’d models with Vallejo Sombre Grey (which I think is an equivalent to Russ Grey) and then went over it with a blue wash. The end result looks like this:

I have to say, I actually really like this colour– it evokes shadow and has an almost spectral look to it, while at the same time still is “colourful.”

Later on, I added purple to the plumage of this guy’s helm, just to add in some extra complementary colour. Note that I still need to do the flayed skin tabards of the Kabalites as well.

Here is an entire squad in progress. Later on I intend to add ice-blue highlights to the edge of their armour, just to get a little bit more colour done on them. That, of course, will be a time-consuming effort, and after these six, I have thirty-odd more to go.

The Archon

A while back, I acquired a new Archon model from Raging Heroes, although I had been avoiding painting her since. Given that I was uncertain of how I was going to be repainting my Drukhari, I wanted to be sure that I had a colour scheme in mind before I painted her. Even then, I wanted to be sure that she stood out– after all, she was going to be representing the big bad of my army, and I wanted her colour scheme to be distinctive in some way.

Assembling her wasn’t too much of a hassle…except, however, that the tip of her little arm-blade snapped off when I first tried to transport her. Sadly, despite my best efforts, the tip keeps breaking off every time I try gluing it back on. I fear the damage may be permanent. If that’s the case…well, then I’m going to have to get used to my Archon having a rather stubby arm-weapon thing.

At first, I debated painting the Archon silver or ivory to make her stand out from my grey Kabalites. However, I decided against it: I doubted I could make the details of the model (ie her eerily funerary-looking mask, her segmented armour, etc) stand out that well in silver…and I just find it really difficult to paint ivory. So instead I went for a lighter version of the Kabalite colour scheme, going for a straight base coat of Sombre Grey followed by a blue wash. Here is that initial attempt, shown next to a Kabalite for contrast.

From there, so far, I have darkened the armour slightly with more blue, while using Russ Grey to highlight the model. I’ve also painted her gun, the chains on the model and the skulls dangling from said chains, and most importantly, painted her cloak a regal purple, working up from several successive shades. The end result so far looks like this:

I have to say, I am loving how she looks so far. The grey/blue is turning out just right, and more importantly, is working very well with the purple. I still have to touch up her armour a little, and maybe add some ice-blue highlights to tie her further to the rest of the army. Her base came from a third party supplier (sadly I can’t remember which), and is pretty much supposed to look like an Eldar Craftworld base. I’m debating painting it a dull grey or a sharp bone colour, though a friend has also suggested scratching up the surface a little to make it look like a recent battle-site. Overall, though, I love this model: she has an easy, arrogant grace to her that makes me imagine her sauntering across a battlefield, unconcerned about enemy firepower and commanding the respect and fear of her followers.



Ages ago, I hit upon the idea that my Kabal’s allied Haemonculus, instead of creating Grotesques normally (which is a relative term, depending on how “normal” you consider Groteques to be), and instead harvests and corrupts Wraithguard into horrendously altered wraithbone killing machines. It made sense to me, modelling-wise– Grotesques are roughly on par size-wise with the “standard” Grotesque models, as well as with Crypt Horrors, which I have seen used as the basis for so many Grotesque conversions. The Wraithguard, unlike the hunched, bestial Crypt Horrors, though, have a rigid, fluid look to them that, normally, makes them look like they are striding calmly and silently forward. It would be an image I would be all to happy to ruin with a whole lot of awkard poses and spiky stuff.

For a background reason, I figured that my Haemonculus was less concerned about the torments that could be inflicted on the flesh, and was more interested on experimenting with the immortal, undying soul. Hence, Wraithguard, and more importantly, the spirit stones within– and it was then that I realized that I had hit upon something far more horrifying than Grotesques, for the souls trapped inside the Wraithguard would no doubt be tormented to the point of insanity.

I started off with two Wraithguard, adjusting their poses slightly and replacing some of their arms with those from a Talos sprue (plus a bladevane from a Venom). In many cases, a lot of sawing and pinning had to be done to keep the new arms/hands/implements in place.

From there, I did two more– one, with leftover arms from a sprue of Kromlech mek-arms that I had lying around from when I’d converted my Arco-Flagellants, and the other, with its hands replaced by the blades of Wraithblades swords to create a “mantis”-type construct.

I plan to create possibly up to 10 of these guys to form a terrifying giant unit of death, possibly later with some Taloi backing them up (what Hero calls “the Miserable Meat Mountain,” only in this case with 99% less meat). I don’t know how I’m going to paint them, at the moment, but I may use an exacto knife to carve furrows and cracks into their surfaces to make the Wraithbone look like its fraying under the pressure of its unholy alteration.

At this point, though, I’m just scratching the surface of what I need to get done with my Drukhari. I still need to do my Reavers, half of my Mandrakes, and my Wracks, not to mention painting up my Succubus as well (and possibly redoing the colours of my Wyches). And that’s not even mentioning the possibility of redoing my vehicles, or getting a third Ravager, more Wracks, and assembling my Scourges and Taloi in the future…

Sigh. Whoever said building an army was a leisure activity had no idea what they were talking about…